Chapter 242 Solution to the Problem?
"Yellow," Vicente responded.
Meanwhile, his men looked at Newton and saw him make a thoughtful expression and look at their leader.
"And what is your magical form? Are you going to tell me it's ordinary, too?" Newton asked before making conclusions about Vicente's situation.
"No. It's unusual. I'd say one of the most unusual you can imagine." Vicente answered the first thing Newton had expected him to say.
But even though he knew that Vice's magical form was unusual, that alone wasn't enough to justify the fact that Vicente had been able to absorb a yellow pentagram.
'Is it an auxiliary characteristic of his magical form?' Newton pondered. 'No. It can't be. In Professor Reid's words, Cesar's magical form has nothing to do with physical characteristics.
It might even be possible that one day Cesar will be able to change his physical characteristics depending on his luck with pentagrams. Still, at the moment, that shouldn't be possible.
Newton had heard all the accounts of the teachers who had arrived at Ironcrest hours before Vicente and his men. He knew how Vice's powers worked, and earlier, he had only asked the young man to show his pentagram to verify the truth of the teachers' words.
Now that he knew they hadn't made anything up, Newton felt he could trust their words and knew that Cesar shouldn't be able to change his physical features with his special powers.
Having come to this conclusion, he was faced with a problem.
"I don't believe." He said, referring to Vicente's talent. "If everything about you, except for that yellow pentagram, is 'ordinary,' how are you alive?
To do this without anything else special, you'd have to have two or three bodies inside you to withstand the physical and mental demands of a pentagram of such a level.
You'd have to have at least twice the mana of an ordinary level 1 Acolyte. But that's impossible. Even if more talented magicians have denser and more voluminous mana than those of the same level, someone with your characteristics shouldn't be like that."
Vicente's eyes sparkled under his mask when those sweet words came out of Newton's mouth.
He said, trying to contain his excitement. "Two or three bodies? That sounds strange, Professor Newton. It would be easier to consider that I have two or three Magic Gems."
Hearing it, Vicente's three men laughed along with their boss, knowing how impossible these words were, which indicated that their boss was making fun of this genius' words.
Newton looked at Vicente strangely, but he didn't suspect anything. It really was impossible, and after a moment's thought, he couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Yeah, I guess I let my thoughts go further than they should have." He sighed, seeing such a difficult case for the first time. 'Maybe I still have a lot to learn. I'm only a Mage, after all.' He clenched his fists. 'I must become a Sovereign as soon as possible!'
While Newton was thinking, Vicente asked a question. "But Professor, your hypothesis is fascinating, even if it's difficult to explain or to realize. But if that were the case, wouldn't the magic base of someone like that be unstable? After all, if someone like that had the characteristics of two or three people, wouldn't they need double or triple the number of pentagrams to stay stable?"
Newton put his thoughts aside and looked at Cesar, seeing that this young man was also interested in absurd hypotheses, a good trait in scholars. n/.0Velb1n
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